Patriarch enjoys meal

Zhou already said that their dormitory was in the middle of the corridor, and during the daytime they could still see the iron gate between the boys’ dormitory and the girls’ dormitory. You can't say that you can't see your five fingers, but you can't tell the difference between male and female at five steps away, and you can't tell the difference between human and animal at ten steps away.

Can't see anything.

After slapping a breathing talisman on their bodies, the three of them quietly followed behind the group of ghosts, and they reached the end after a short walk.

Zhou was so courageous, he stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look inside.

It turned out to be a hanged ghost.

Zhou already had a very bad sense of this kind of ghost. When he saw this hanged ghost hanging on the door, he remembered the hanged ghost he met last time with a long blue and purple tongue and wantonly squirting unknown liquid.

Tsk, the rosary on the wrist is about to move.

Because of the breathing talisman, they didn't notice that there were three more people in the group of ghosts. These ghosts lined up quietly to listen to the orders of the hanged ghost hanging on the door.

People who hang themselves to death don’t look good, their tongue sticks out too much and it’s hard to speak, the voice of the hanged ghost is hoarse and broken: “Here’s his aura...he’s been here today... from room to room look for it!"

Looking for someone to kill?Zhou already thought about it, took off the breath restraining talisman on his body, raised his hand high, and said loudly: "Who are you looking for? We can help!"

As soon as he took the initiative to expose his position, it caused a commotion in the originally quiet group of ghosts.

Zhou Jiran didn't care what they thought, he pulled Tao Jiang forward and pushed forward: "Excuse me, excuse me!"

It is best to be able to communicate and discuss everything. This hanged ghost has not become muddled and has retained a bit of clarity. He knows how to drive other ghosts to do things, which is much better than the last one who wags his tongue when he meets him.Maybe they can reach a friendly consensus.

Zhou Jiran smiled and handed out an olive branch: "We deal with the underworld professionally, like expelling... no, cough, helping the dead to fulfill their last wishes, cross-border hunting down scumbags, these are all within our business scope. Guaranteed quality and quantity, no deception, young lady, would you like to try it?"

Both the young lady and Fang Xuanzhen were stunned by his fierce operation.

Fang Xuanzhen tugged on his sleeve and whispered: "There is no business of cross-border hunting down scumbags!" It is fine to help the dead to fulfill some last wishes within the prescribed range.

Zhou already pulled back his sleeves, ignored this upright Taoist priest, and continued to sincerely tell the hanged ghost Amway: "Look at these little devils who are stupid in reading, they are stupid, leave it to them to find someone. , I don’t know when and what month will be the result! We are different, we have rich experience and can move freely, and the manpower is a little less, but three are better than a group!”

The little ghosts who are stupid after reading: ? ? ?

If you grab business, you grab business, why diss us?

Maybe it was moved by Zhou Weiran's enthusiasm, or maybe he really didn't have expectations for the IQ of this group of nerds. Compared with the hanged ghosts, they finally chose Zhou Weiran.

The nerds rushed away with their books in their arms, it can be said that they couldn't wait.

"Actually, we were invited by the school to get rid of evil spirits..." Zhou Jiran tentatively said, seeing that the eyeballs of the hanged ghost's eyes were bloodshot instantly, he hurriedly comforted him: "But we are not beating people regardless of right and wrong. The person who made the move must have asked for the reason before making the move... Can you tell me who you are looking for?"

The hanged ghost who had been quietly hanging on the iron door was shaken several times by a gust of wind, and there was another tooth-piercing 'creaking' sound in the corridor, and she was very disturbed at the moment.

After a while, she faintly uttered a name: "Hu Muxian!"

Looking at the resentment of the hanged ghost, I thought it was a misfortune caused by a scumbag cheating on a young girl.But after listening to her story, Zhou already sincerely apologized to the scumbag.

To say that Hu Muxian is a scumbag is an insult to a scumbag!He's not a scumbag, he's a human scum, he's a scumbag!

When the confession was rejected, he was drugged and raped, and even took nude photos of the little girl and posted them on the school bulletin board and at the door of her parents' workplace!Together with other students who don't have a brain, they are cold and violent victims... These animal behaviors are not bad, they are so bad!

The little girl had nowhere to go, and was completely desperate. In a fit of anger, she hung herself on the iron gate with a rope. After she died, she couldn't close her eyes, staring at the scum's dormitory.

Such a nasty suicide incident in the school was naturally suppressed tightly, and it was not allowed to spread. It was only said to the outside world that the academic pressure was too great and the young girls were weak in resisting pressure.

Then there is the routine operation of the school, the male and female dormitories are swapped, and the boys are changed here to 'suppress' the negative energy.

This is the tacit approach of all schools in our country.Someone died in the girls' dormitory?It doesn't matter, the male and female dormitories are interchanged, and it will be fine to use the boy's yang energy to suppress the yin energy!

The method is old, but it works well.

The hanged ghost was 'squeezed' in this way.

After such a bad thing happened, that scum quickly dropped out of school and disappeared in this school.

The hanged ghost couldn't find a target for revenge, and she couldn't leave here. Although she was unwilling, she could only stay silent.

Until recently.

"He's back! That disgusting smell has appeared again..." The hanged ghost was emotional, and the corridor was windy, biting, "I want to find him...I won't let him go! "

Zhou already rubbed the goosebumps on his arms that were aroused by the wind, and comforted her repeatedly: "Don't worry, we will definitely find him out!"

Fang Xuan swung the mahogany sword straightly with true qi: "Such a despicable and vicious person, the poor will do justice for the heavens!"

"Hu Muxian, the current vice-principal of Wencang Middle School, has just been in office for a month." Tao Jiang held up his mobile phone, on which was the profile of Wencang Middle School, "His parents are the largest controlling party of this private school, no wonder he was able to escape unscathed back then , and now the resume is clean."

Zhou Jiran looked at the photo of Hu Muxian above, he was the one who walked with Kunmu and the others during the day: "I'm afraid he also had a guilty conscience, so he invited someone to get rid of evil spirits. He also colluded with Kunmu, these two people are also bad A lot."

"It's him! It's him!" The hanged ghost was even more excited when he saw this photo, and he no longer hung it on the door, and wanted to rush out with his hanging rope.

Zhou Jiran hurriedly stopped the vengeful hanged ghost: "If you rush out now, even if you find him, you won't be able to kill him. He invited a lot of people...Although most of them are here, there is still a ruthless one." A head-down master and a hundred-year-old ghost, your skill is not enough for them to eat."

The hanged ghost turned his dead white pupils and looked at him, weeping blood: "I can't let him go! I can't let him go!"

"I know! I won't let him go." Zhou Jiran handed out a paper figurine and said seriously, "If you are willing to trust us, we can go together."

......

The ghosts wandering in the corridor with books in their hands disappeared completely without knowing it, and for a while there was no movement except for the breathing of the three of them.

"It's too quiet." Zhou Jiran put the little paper man with the hanged ghost on his shoulder by the dim light, and looked at Tao Jiang beside him.

"It was like the whole building fell asleep."

Tao Jiang said this, which means that this dormitory building is really in a dreamland.Although there were not many people on their floor, the second and third floors were fully occupied, and it was a big deal for Kunmu to make so many people fall into a deep sleep at the same time.I just don't know why he did it...

Tao Jiang's expression suddenly changed: "Someone's aura is getting weaker!"

Fang Xuanzhen didn't know that Tao Jiang's five senses were sharp, and he didn't know what happened when he heard him say that suddenly.

Zhou Jiran also looked solemn: "Where did it start?"

"Most of the breaths of the students upstairs have weakened, and there are also on our floor," Tao Jiang sensed carefully, "It's in the dormitory where Fang Daochang lives."

Back in the dormitory, Fang Xuanzhen saw the weak roommate with his own eyes, and only then did he understand what Tao Jiang and the others meant.

"He's using the whole school as a sacrifice." Sure enough, Kunmu didn't disappoint Zhou Jiran, what he was going to do was more than a hundred times worse than they had imagined. "Located in a closed high school in the suburban mountains, there are basically no other vehicles in and out except for purchasing ingredients and transporting garbage every day. The students are tense and unified management will not find anything wrong... What a vicious and thorough plan..... Daoist Fang, when will your seniors arrive?"

Fang Xuanzhen looked at the phone and wanted to cry: "There is no signal now! The last contact was half an hour ago, and they just arrived in Xincheng!"

"It will take more than an hour to drive here by the nearest road," Zhou said gritted his teeth, "I have no choice but to fight on my own!"

"They may not be able to wait any longer." After monitoring the entire dormitory building for a long time and paying attention to everyone's breath, Tao Jiang became exhausted very quickly. "It's better if the first floor is full of practitioners, and the upper two floors are full of ordinary students. They won't last long."

If they leave here to find Kunmu to fight, the winner or loser can be decided, but who can take care of the more than 1000 lives here?

Fang Xuanzhen was very annoyed: "I'm not good at learning, and I can't protect the whole dormitory building if I set up an array hastily."

The most important thing is that he doesn't even know what method Kunmu used to trick so many people.

Is it using Gu?Or fall?Is it Taoism?Or sorcery?I don't know, I can't deal with it.

Zhou Jiran looked at the person on the bed who was breathing weakly but still had a slight smile on his mouth, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.

"Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor! Take their souls first."

Wencang Middle School has a very detailed and strict plan for the students' work and rest time. Every morning at six o'clock in the dormitory, the dormitory aunt will play various square golden songs on time, injecting vitality into everyone for the day.

Most of the dormitory corridors are not ceiling lights, but loudspeakers.

The broadcasting room is next to the small sentry box of the dormitory aunt at the gate of the dormitory building.

After the three of them violently pried open the door and went in, they plugged in the power of the PA equipment. Fang Xuanzhen looked at the computer on the table and suddenly realized: "There is no network signal, so I can't play it!"

"Don't panic, it's not a big problem!" Zhou Jiran calmly took out a pen from the hood behind Tao Jiang's head, "It's time to sacrifice the signal booster I created myself!"

Fang Xuanzhen was dumbfounded: What Dengxi? !

This thing was also researched by Zhou Weiran after he was forced by Tao Zhai's ineffective network signal at that time.It is said that Tao’s house is located in the center of the city, no matter how heavy the traffic is, the speed of the Internet will not always make Zhou Jiran feel like he is using the Internet of the last century, but the reality is that Li Wu has to close the door to watch a TV series. Open a slit and stick out the phone to download.

The young surfer in the new century couldn't stand this grievance.

The three major operators have changed over and over again and it has not improved. Since technology can no longer solve the problem, we can only use metaphysical methods.

Taking out a clean piece of yellow paper from his pocket, Zhou Jiran took off the cap of the pen and swiped it away. After quickly drawing a network signal enhancement talisman, Zhou Ziran blew on the talisman to speed up the drying of the cinnabar.

"Recommended! This cinnabar liquid pen is really easy to use! With it, I don't have to bite my fingers anymore! The pen is smooth without stuttering, the wild gospel of Taoist priests, Fang Daochang, you deserve it!"

Fang Xuanzhen watched with a complicated expression on Zhou Jiran's neatly drawing symbols on the table with a brush. After drawing, he slapped the symbol on the broadcasting equipment, and then looked at the signal grid. Although it was not full, it didn't affect anything.

"It's done!"

Where did this evildoer come from!

Fang Xuan was really sad: "I'm not qualified to own it."

I'm sorry, I'm just a Taoist priest who draws symbols and burns incense to pray.

No matter how sad you have to do business, Fang Xuanzhen took out the copper coins and red wires and began to set up around the broadcasting equipment. It is not an easy task to ensure that the music broadcasted is accompanied by a cleansing spirit.

"What song should I play..."

The metaphysicians in the dormitory have different sects and beliefs, and there are so many students, most of them can't understand the simple and rude "cleaning spell".

"There is."

This formation is small and exquisite, Fang Xuanzhen quickly set it up, Zhou already turned up the volume button to the maximum, and pressed the play button.

'stand up!Those who would not be slaves'...

The author has something to say: Zhou Weiran: The Purifying Mantra cannot save everyone, but the national anthem can!